F I F T Y - T W O

The next morning, there were lingering touches everywhere. Felix kept hugging Ramsay or ruffling his morning hair, while Emmie simply didn’t step away from him. She would hold onto his hand the whole time, even while eating, and even as they had to change clothes.

She was clingy, she knew that. As did Ramsay. But neither of them minded.

While eating breakfast, Ramsay had given his girl his left hand to hold and was quietly chewing on the best food he’d have in quite some time, while watching Emmie entertain herself by playing with his fingers. She was obviously not hungry, and neither of the men made her eat that morning.

They had the same sick feeling in their stomachs as she did.

In the car, on their way to the school and to the airport, the two teenagers both sat in the back, Ramsay in the middle seat, and Emmie in the left one. The radio wasn’t playing and nobody was saying anything as Felix drove them toward their separate destinations.

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